stuck in his own hell, by devin72586 Subscribe to rss feed for devin72586

He waits and waits
everybody he hates
walking around with smiles on
everyone so happy
for once he wishes he could feel that
but its something not meant for him
alone he seems to walk these streets
will he ever find that thing called peace
he notices everyone loves to lie
since birth his fear has been not to die
why this boy walks alone
he goes to sleep but never home
friends he's never had too many
sorrow and burdens are far too heavy
someone pull this boy from hell
he tried too long to do it himself
he cries out for someone the help him out
they all hear him,they all hear him shout
why wont they lend a hand
he puts that fake smile on the best he can
love he's never felt before
what he thought was real walked out the door
Posted: 2011-12-21 13:33:13 UTC

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